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THURSDAY (5/01/08)

Memphis Principal Outs Gay Students to School, Parents
Why don’t we end this now, say goodbye to cruel excuses of piousness, holier than thou righteousness, before whatever will soon befall us befalls us? In doing so we’ll make our parting such a better thing.

'DC Madam' Confirmed Dead in Apparent Suicide
As we consider this let us also consider fate. Some might say she got what was coming, others, her line of work brought her to it, and others still, they had her killed for what she did. Death seizes unaware and has murder as its henchling. Suicide… is… measured... ...fate shrugs.

Iraq suicide bombing hits market
So will this be how she is remembered given the outlook of her late fortune, as a trembling crater of flesh? My heart sorely aches for her people, yet quakes loudly for the inventors of her misery.

Does Jeremiah Wright Speak for All Black Churches?
不. nr. non. nein. αριθ. いいえ. 아니다. Não. Нет. In other words…No.


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